Remarriage to a Rich Famliy

“I just want you to know that it was my wishful thinking that made me love Lydia, that Lydia doesn’t love me, and that the person you have to hate should be me not her.” He looped his arm gently around her waist, her waist was slim, her body was hot and her face was exquisite, indeed much more perfect than Cheng Lydia.

Men liked her, a statement he didn’t dispute.

“Of course I hate you, and potentially for the rest of my life?” Chung Grace said sardonically, tracing her fingertips across his exquisite jaw as she stood on tiptoe and initiated a kiss on his lips.

Her face was close at hand, so beautiful, so charming, what could he possibly have to pick on?

Tightening his arms around her waist, he changed from passive to active and kissed her … deeply.

It was twelve o’clock in the night when we came down from the Tiandu Building.

Sitting in the carriage, Cheng Lydia remembered that she had promised to accompany the old lady to lunch tomorrow, and said to Shen Ron as she did, “Go to Shen Mansion.”

Shen Ron twisted his head to look at the small, slightly flushed face and asked, “I thought you didn’t like going over there?”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

She had just had a few glasses of red wine, and at this moment her face was as red as a peach, which was very pretty.

“Grandma called me at lunch today and asked us to go back for lunch tomorrow, and I couldn’t find a reason to say no.”

“Aren’t you afraid she’ll hound you about the pregnancy again?”

“I’m afraid, so you’re going to help me.”

“How am I supposed to help you? By saying I’m not trying hard enough myself?”

Cheng Lydia darted him an embarrassed look, “You could have been more tactful.”

“How do you euphemize that? How about you teach me?” He laughs.

“I thought you always claimed to be smarter than me, so why are you asking me.”

“Haven’t I also always advocated that great talent cannot be used in small ways?”

“…”

Cheng Lydia rolled her eyes breathlessly, it looked like she was going to have to figure out how to deal with the old lady on her own.

When the two of them returned to Shen Mansion, the old lady had already gone to bed and the servants had gone back to their own rest.

The two looked at each other and gingerly made their way upstairs to their bedrooms. Cheng Lydia asked Shen Ron, “Do you want to wash first?”

“After you, I have an urgent email to receive.” Shen Ron walked over to his computer and pressed the on button.

The servants were all asleep, so Cheng Lydia went downstairs to make herself two cups of tea, and when she came out of the kitchen, she ‘coincidentally’ met Ho Gina, who was in her pajamas with a cup in her hand.

Cheng Lydia was taken aback and stopped to survey her.

What’s she doing here this late at night?

“Does Tendou look good at night?” Ho Gina looked at her mockingly and smiled.

It didn’t seem to be a coincidence, but a deliberate vigil on He Li’s part, and Cheng Lydia’s fingers tightened as she stood with her teacup, smiling, “Not bad.”

“You do look pretty good.” Ho Gina nodded and stepped inside the kitchen, stopping abruptly as she passed Cheng Lydia, staring at her sideways and saying, “By the way, please tell the youngest master that his mother-in-law called tonight and asked why he wasn’t watching the meteor shower with the young lady.”

Cheng Lydia was slightly surprised, her puzzled gaze falling on her face.

Shen Ron’s mother-in-law? Yang June’s mother? She never seemed to have heard of this person’s existence.

“Mrs. Yang is very upset, so you can leave the youngest to his own devices.” Ho Gina finished the sentence word for word before turning around and walking into the kitchen.

For a few moments she stood frozen in place before Cheng Lydia took a step towards the stairs.

Inside the house, Shen Ron was reading papers with his brow knitted, so serious that he didn’t even feel her place the cup of tea on the table.

He looked so intently that Cheng Lydia could not even bear to disturb him, and she was torn as to whether she should stand to pass on Ho Gina’s ill-intentioned delivery to him, or not.

Shen Ron finally sensed her presence and took a sip from his cup of tea, looking up to say at her, “Thank you.”

“Problems at work?” Cheng Lydia asked as she scanned his computer screen.

“No, just return an email.” Shen Ron set his glass down and smoothly put his arm around her waist, “Why don’t you go take a shower?”

“Here goes.” Cheng Lydia backed out of the crook of his arm and turned toward the bathroom.

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Cheng Lydia breathed softly to herself, the happiness she had stored in the Tiandu Building was draining away little by little at Ho Gina’s words.

Ho Gina does have a knack for torturing her, always snapping her back to reality with ease at the very moment she feels like she’s about to float up into the clouds.

If you are confident enough, how can you always be influenced by just one word from Ho Gina?

It’s just that confidence is something that ultimately depends on Shen Ron giving a little to get a little.

She finished her shower and stepped out of the shower, and Shen Ron was already sitting on the couch with his computer closed and his phone in his hand, looking at it with a stony look on his face.

Who’s affecting him this late at night? Is it Yang June’s mother? Blaming him for not being with the people he should be with on this meteoric night?

If it wasn’t for those two words from Ho Gina just now, she would have never thought of this character.

“What’s wrong?” Cheng Lydia walked over and sat down next to him.

Shen Ron snapped back to the table after putting his phone on the black screen, “Nothing, done washing?”

“Hmm.”

“I’ll go wash up then.” Shen Ron stood up from the couch and headed in the direction of the bathroom.

Cheng Lydia gazed at the unmoving black phone on her desk, curiosity building up in her mind; she wasn’t one to pry into people’s privacy. Even when Lim Toby was a womanizer, she had never thought to check his phone.

Twisting her head in the direction of the bathroom, the door panel faintly revealing Shen Ron in the shower, she reached out her palm’s as it were, hesitantly taking the phone from the tabletop into her hands.

Only, the hurdle in her heart never passed, and after a long hesitation she put the phone back in its place.

She got up from the couch, intending to go to bed, but at that moment there were two ‘ticks’ from her phone and the screen lit up with a short message leaping on top of it.

Mother-in-law: Come early tomorrow.

Sure enough, Shen Ron just lost his concentration because of Yang June’s mother, his mother-in-law!

Cheng Lydia’s family took a deep breath, not really understanding why a flash of guilt was welling up inside her, as if her date with Shen Ron tonight had been an immoral affair.

Shouldn’t she listen to Chung Grace and face up to the fact that she is Shen Ron’s rightful wife, face up to the fact that Yang June is a thing of the past and not let herself live in Yang June’s shadow.

The ‘clattering’ inside the bathroom stopped abruptly, and Cheng Lydia’s feet turned, walking quickly in the direction of the king-size bed. She still couldn’t face up to it, couldn’t force herself to fight for the happiness that was rightfully hers.

I don t know if it was because it was too late and too sleepy, or for some other reason, lying in the bed, Shen Ron did not embrace her tightly or kiss her … as he usually did.

His eyes were closed, but he had no intention of sleeping.

Cheng Lydia couldn’t help but move her body into his arms, offering to wrap her arms around his waist.

Did he regret it? Regrets chartering the venue to take her to see the shooting star? Regret not being by Yang June’s side?

Shen Ron turned around and embraced her tightly.